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Tan Zao stayed in He Lingze's room for a day, and was kicked out, and was almost punished as a hooligan. Search: \(¨¨¨¨¨) to watch fine literature for free
He suspected that He Lingze had forgotten too many things. In the past, He Lingze was the rogue of the two. What's going on now, and he can't even remember what he did
Jin Wei laughed at his door for a while before leaving.
After Jin Wei left, Tan Zao came out, leaning against the door to see her maddened back, suddenly felt that Jin Wei was the happiest person.
Even if she abandoned her martial arts, sneaked into Zhu's house, and then lurked in Zhengqi Pavilion as a maid, she didn't seem to have a single complaint. Although there was something Tan Zao didn't like about her character, there was something that he admired.
But Jin Wei's personality can only be cultivated by following the Holy Religion.
In the past four years, Bai Shanting has repeatedly told him that when there are only a few years left in life, there is no need to think twice about what to do. He encouraged Tan Zao to live the life he loved in Luona City, but when he returned to the Central Plains, Tan Zao was entangled again, and he didn't know it yet.
At this moment, he saw Jin Wei's back, and suddenly thought of this. No wonder Senior Brother Bai often said that he didn't understand it yet, and he really didn't understand it.
Fairy Luhua is right, he still has five years to go through some torture. But this torture comes from the heart. He suppressed all his feelings in the bottom of his heart, and let it roll and suffer, just like a pot of water that has boiled at the bottom and is still cold on the surface.
Senior brother said that many constraints and burdens were given to him by people, but he was troubled by it.
He has thought for too long about what is right and what is wrong, weighed too many things that are difficult to measure, and did a lot of things with a breath in his chest, but after four years of quiet life and four years of dead silence, when his first When I had only the last few months of my second life, I suddenly wanted to be a person who didn't care, like a person with amnesia, forgetting everything and doing whatever I wanted.
When he died, he knew that everything was empty, but he had to die for a lifetime before he really realized it.
Tan Zao recited three times in silence: I have lost my memory, I have lost my memory, I have lost my memory.
Tan Zao's actions were not restricted, perhaps because he had no inner strength, which made everyone feel at ease.
When he was walking in the villa, he found that the people who followed the holy religion seemed to have moved all the things in the underground palace here, including the swords from the Zhengqi Pavilion that he had seen before, and even the boxes of prostitution tools. In several connected rooms - because there are just too many.
When he saw the simple and familiar sword, he moved in his heart, stepped forward, and stroked the body of the sword.
He and this senior are obviously not the same in personality, but they are both entangled with the leader of the holy religion as people in another camp. He vaguely pieced together the image of this senior from the words of the great elder. Really envious.
"What do you think..." Tan Zao said softly.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
A voice woke Tan Zao, and when he looked back, it was a young man dressed as a servant, with slender eyes, looking at him vigilantly.
The young man walked in, "These are the relics of the previous sect masters, and they must not be disturbed at will. What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry." Tan Zao apologized in a low voice and withdrew his hand, "I didn't know there was such a rule."
"It's nothing, you're a new student." The young man waved his hand, "My name is Zhang San, I'm doing chores, that is, I have to do everything, but it's all here."
"Zhang San?" Tan Zao couldn't help laughing. Although people like to use Zhang San and Li Si to refer to some people who don't have one, it was the first time he met someone and called him "Zhang San".
Zhang San also understood what he was laughing at, and waved his hand open-mindedly, "Smile, laugh, but I've been laughed at a lot, isn't it because the surname is Zhang and ranks third. It just so happens that your parents are lazy?"
"I'm sorry." Tan Zao said this for the second time with a smile, "My surname is Bai, Bai Ning."
Zhang San walked in and sat down on the boxes that contained prostitution tools, "Nylon? Which Chinese character?"
Tan Zao: "The algal bloom."
Zhang San scratched his head, "Which flag's disciple are you?"
Tan Zao changed the subject and didn't answer, "Is it alright if you sit here?"
"Although it's an antique inside, can't you just sit on the box?" Zhang San said.
"Antique... It is indeed an antique." Tan Zao said, reaching out to open another box next to him, and took out a Mr. Jade Horn from it, "It's been a long time, you can tell, right?"
Zhang San: "..."
He jumped up from the box all of a sudden, screaming and howling, "Is this what's in it?"
Tan Zao: "You don't know?"
Zhang San rolled his eyes, "How do I know! It's too lewd/messy! The leader is really too lewd/messy!"
Tan Zao was stunned, but he and He Ling said the same thing.
As Zhang San said, he rummaged through the box and picked it up, "So many... God..."
Tan Zao folded his arms and watched, thinking that Zhang San's startled appearance was very funny.
Tan Zao: "So, swords can't be touched, but prostitution tools can be touched, right?"
Zhang San closed the box and straightened up, "Hey, I just wanted to have a chat with you, and people don't come here often. What are you doing here?"
Tan Zao: "I'll take a look... and think about something."
Zhang San: "What do you think?"
Tan Zao hesitated for a moment and said, "I have a friend who secretly likes someone, but only a few months left to live..."
Zhang San: "Are you talking about yourself?"
Tan Zao: "..."
Zhang San: "It's better not to delay others, they are about to die, dig a hole and bury themselves, what else is there to think about."
Tan Zao: "..."
Tan Zao took a deep breath, "What you said really makes sense, I can't refute it, I'll go first."
Zhang San: "Can't you chat with me for a while?"
"..." Tan Zao hesitated for a moment, "I'm not in the mood right now, you can come to me when you have time."
Zhang San looked at Tan Zao's back with a thoughtful expression.
Tan Zao walked back.
He persuaded himself, but how could he only hurt He Lingze again with only so much time left for him.
Fortunately, He Ling has amnesia now and will not be too sad when he leaves. But he should be gentle with He Ling and leave some warm memories for himself, and if He Ling thinks of this passing visitor in his life in the future, he will not only have a thin image like a liar who was captured.
Tan Zao was thinking about this question, pushed the door open, and saw He Ling sitting in his room, holding the sword left by the senior of Zhengqi Pavilion that he had seen before.
He Ling casually threw the sword to him, "Send it to you."
Tan Zao took the sword and looked surprised, "You..."
Before he left there, the sword was still being offered, and in a blink of an eye, it was in the hands of He Lingze. Could it be that He Lingze was there just now
Tan Zao was thinking, but He Ling asked hesitantly, "You only have a few months left to live?"
Tan Zao was taken aback.
He Lingze: "But there is nothing wrong with your body. You must have been deceived by some kind of travel doctor."
"...Maybe." Tan Zao didn't care about what he had been eavesdropping on, and indeed he didn't even know how he would end his life when the five-year period came.
He Ling was silent for a while and said, "Then who is the person you like? Ruan Fengzhang?"
Tan Zao laughed.
He Ling thought it was an admission, and his face suddenly turned ugly.
"No." Tan Zao said with a smile, he looked at He Lingze with eyes so gentle that he could drip water, but he restrained the urge to say the answer.
He Ling wanted to ask if it was me, but for some reason, he had a fear that made him unable to speak. Although Tan Zao's eyes saw that he was covered in ironing, he could feel what Tan Zao meant in his heart, but the sense of fear really made him cringe and couldn't ask.
They just stared at each other for a while, as if they had acquired some common understanding, and did not continue the conversation.
Tan Zao sat next to He Lingze and looked at him sideways, breathing could be heard, and he laughed again. If possible, he wanted to smile at He Ling all the time, and use up the tenderness that he had not used in his life in these months.
He Ling was stunned for a moment, his face was stern, but the tips of his ears were already red. gd1806102
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